Character: Vincent Masuka Vincent Masuka

- Ugh, how disgusting.
- And someone thinks crypto-taxidermy art. My house is worth mummified Chupacabra.

- Do not worry. Every time you fail it flatters my ego.

- With all due respect, this man is a knight in shining armor. You should be polishing his Lance.
- Excuse me?
- I meant that metaphorically. ...Not How it sounded.
With all due respect, this man is a knight in shining armor. You owe him a spear polishing!
- Excuse me?
- In a figurative sense, not as sounded.

If my mug was all over the place in connection with the murder of a COP and a fed, I'd have a tunnel to China dug.

Dude, you turned green. Puke got in mind?

- Yo, Queen. Boobs, booze, strip-bar?
I can't, busy.
- And you, Morgan, until your boyfriend is out of town?
Very tempting, Masuka, and how tactfully. Fuck off. and die. And then again die.
- As I understand it, it means "No."

Hey, sponger, get a drink?
I'm leaving, Vince. As usual.
But today was a difficult day! You've been through so much! Come on! I'm crying! It'll be fun!
- Yes, I am, frankly, not boring.
- Tell it to your face.

This is not an opinion, its science. And science is a heartless bitch with a strap-on that's not opinion.

To drag for hair, it's not a man, but sometimes it helps.

What kind of moron would wear a wool suit in the middle of summer in Miami? Nazis. That's who. It's all to keep us down.

- Well, imagine: you're the butcher of Bay Harbor. How would you get rid of bodies that they are not found?
- Millions of options. Swamps, alligators, pig, sulfuric acid, threshers, incinerators, hell, even meat pies.